Page 53 of Our Shattered Pieces
“I’ll give you anything else, Molly. Everything else, anything that’s in my power to give you, except this one thing.” I shook my head. “I can’t share you. I won’t.”
“I don’t want that,” she denied. “I just…you deserved to know, and…I wanted to see if you could still want me, even knowing how dark my sexual demons go.”
“I’ll always want you, Molly,” I admitted. “I wanted you the morning after the wedding. I’ve wanted you these past six months. But since you left, not asking for my number or a repeat, I chose to respect your decision to keep us a one-night stand. But, Molly, I’ve always wanted you.”
“Really?” she said, and her shy smile was my undoing.
I wiped the tears from her cheeks and smiled back. “Really.”
Her grey eyes didn’t look so trouble anymore, and it was amazing how much relief I felt over that observation. Wanting the woman that you loved-and yes, I was pretty certain I was in love with Molly Cavanaugh-happy was a real, visceral thing.
“I…talked with Lorcan today, and he suggested I go back to talking with a therapist,” she said. “I’m thinking it’s a good idea.”
“Molly, I’ll support whatever you need to do,” I told her.
“It’s not…” She blushed. She actually fucking blushed, and it looked so tempting on her. “It’s not because I’m ashamed of what we…like,” she assured me. “It’s just…if bumping into Sawyer Baker can create such ugliness in me, all these years later, then I need to address that.”
“I think it’s a good idea.” My hands slid from her face to rest on her hips. “I see one twice a year,” I confessed. “Sort of like a bi-annual checkup of sorts.”
Molly didn’t say anything to that. She just leaned forward to rest her head on my shoulder, and my arms went from her hips to around her body. We stayed like that for a while, and I wasn’t sure what she was thinking, but I was thanking my lucky fucking stars that we were going to be okay.
Sharing her wasn’t an option, and it was something we were going to have to discuss in further detail because, while she said she didn’t need it, I didn’t want anything lacking in our sex life. Hell, I didn’t want anything lacking in any aspect of our lives together. I wanted Molly healthy, happy, and satisfied in all things, and that included emotionally, spiritually, and physically along with sexually.
After a nice, quiet while, Molly finally sat up and looked at me. “Can I ask you something?”
“Always.”
She squirmed a little in my lap, and I felt like a shit when my dick started to fill up. “If I really…if I did ever ask for double…I mean, did you mean what you said Monday?”
Yeah, and now my dick was rock hard underneath Molly’s spread legs.
My hands squeezed her hips of their own accord. “About fucking your pussy with a dildo while I slammed into your ass?” I purposely worded it that way because I’ve gone a week without this woman, and my dick was very aware of it. My entire body was aware of it.
Molly nodded. “It won’t bother you, knowing what you know now?”
Using the grip that I had on her hips, I started rubbing my dick, back and forth, between her legs. Leaning forward, so my lips were touching hers, I said, “You still don’t get it, baby.” She moaned. “I love how you’re a slut for me. I love how you let me use your body any damn way I want. If you think I won’t enjoy stretching out both your holes at the same time, while you beg for it, you’re wrong.” I nipped at her bottom lip. “I want to treat you as filthy as you’ll let me, Molly. As long as it’s all just for me, I don’t care what it is.”
“I think I’m addicted to you, Grayson,” she confessed in a dark, tortured whisper. “I think you’ve wrecked me.”
“Music to my fucking ears,” I growled.
Chapter 39
Molly~
It was true; I was addicted to Grayson Lewis. It was probably unhealthy, but what did you do when you found the one person who looked at all your shattered pieces and liked how shattered they were?
Have you ever been with someone you weren’t afraid of? And I didn’t mean in the usual sense of things because you should never be afraid of your partner. I meant be with someone who you weren’t afraid to show your darkest parts to. I meant be with someone who wasn’t going to judge you for any of the things that were wrong with you. The things we hid from the outside world.
Well, looking into the heated blue eyes of Grayson Lewis, I knew that’s what I had with this man, and it was a high that I’d never experienced before.
My hips were moving over the bulge in his pants, and I was ready to let him take me with him to that place I was sure I was never going to recover from.
“Is your pussy wet, Molly?” he asked, his lips just under my chin. “Does it miss my cock?”
My hands latched onto his shoulders as my hips moved. “Yes,” I shamelessly admitted.
“Does it miss my tongue?”
